When the evening sun is setting low    Blinding you on your drive home    And the lanes of traffic all converge    Causing you to curse every other word    For to wish it all away       Daily grind's got your screw stripped    No can of wd40 can fix your situation    Seems to be losing steam       Dream's been dropped on credit cards    And false hope pumping out of your soul    Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end    Drive it further deep into the ground    Till the point's dull as your skull    And the same sun that you curse    Powers your hybrid heart home       If only this car would move half a smidge